Can't believe no one's written this yet.
Mordecai's face was inches from Rigby's.
"I'm gonna kiss you, dude."
"No way. You don't have the guts."
Mordecai leaned in closer, putting his hands on Rigby's shoulders.
"I totally am. You're gonna be all, oh man, I didn't think you would, but you totally did."
"Then why don't you do it already?"
"You don't think I'll do it? I'll do it."
Rigby leaned backwards on the couch, putting his arms lazily around Mordecai's waist.
"I don't believe you."
"You thinkâyou think I won't?"
"No, I don't think you will."
Mordecai stared into Rigby's eyes for what felt like an eternity. He leaned down further, their lips growing closer, both anticipating what the other would taste like (Rigby suspected Mordecai would taste like hummus, while Mordecai was betting on coffee for Rigby). A knowing smile came over Mordecai's face and he leaned closer, so close Rigby was going to close the centimeter-wide gap himself, but Mordecai licked his lips and said, quietly,
"Mustache cash stash."
Instantly Rigby exploded into laughter, shoving Mordecai backwards and off him. "Oh, man, I thought you were really gonna kiss me that time!"
"No way, dude," said Mordecai, folding his arms triumphantly over his chest. "I always win gay chicken."
Rigby indulged in a few more minutes of relieved laughter before tossing the other controller to Mordecai to continue their game. After playing for about half an hour, Rigby seemed to realize something. "Dude. People are gonna think I'm gay."
"Don't you mean we're gay?"
"No, people already think you're gay."
A quick punch to the shoulder, and things were back to normal.
